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Anna's Diary February 21, 2198
The gloves have come off at home. I never wear them unless Lillian is visiting, or we have other company. I know it drives George to distraction when he sees me doing everyday tasks without gloves. It melts my heart when I spy the way he stares at me. And when he takes me in his arms, Diary, I lose myself completely. I know this won't last forever, but we may have some time left. I agreed that he will enroll in the vocational school and stay at home after high school. Perhaps I'm hampering his manhood by keeping him under my skirts, but he does seem to enjoy it down there.
While we have slipped into anonymity, Constance Haversham continues to shine brighter than any star. She's used her celebrity to full effect, visiting shows, and promoting herself on the world stage. She's even playing fewer matches now. When I spoke to her last, she was dating an unnamed movie star. The gossip swirls around her. I do hope she's well, and I hope we'll see her again.
No sign of Nossy. Perhaps things didn't go well for her on Luna. Or, maybe she is done with our family. Who can say?
George will be home from school soon. He'll find me in my pinafore, dusting in the living room. I'm sure we'll end up in his bed, or mine, as we do most afternoons.
Lillian's Diary February 21, 2198
George and I have decided not to tell Mom about the extra rewards I continue to give him. I thought it would stop when I married Francis, but whenever I'm not with my brother, my thoughts circle back to him. The rest of my life seems gray, and I see color only when we're together.
Seeing my mother's belly swell with her own grandchild has incensed my depravity even more. I told Francis we should start trying for a family just so I could let Georgie unload in me, too. Life is strange. I would never have contemplated such lascivious behavior were it not for La Belle Île and Mrs. Valentine. They are both gone, but they left me with cravings that grow stronger by the day. I yearn to carry my brother's child as my mother does. The ultimate reward for saving my life is letting him plant new life. And I know that I won't have to wait long now.
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The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Anna called upstairs to her son who was busy with homework. She opened a screen above the kitchen counter where she was chopping an onion and nearly cut her finger off when she saw who was at the door. She hurriedly washed her hands and hustled to the front of the house. She swung the door open and gave an undignified squeal. "Mrs. Haversham! You look well. Well indeed." Anna looked her up and down. The tall, copper-haired woman was positively beautiful. She was made up perfectly, with her hair pinned under a marvelous hat. Her gloves, bodice, and skirts matched, shimmering green and gold in the afternoon light. She held a pretty bouquet of zinnias in all colors. "You
do
look glamorous to tell the truth." Anna ushered her into the house.
"And you look well yourself. I see that you are with child again. Pregnancy becomes you. I'd say you're glowing." Constance beamed at the shorter woman. "Oh, forgive me." She averted her eyes. "I've caught you at a private time. Your hands are bare."
"Oh... I was just in the kitchen... I take them off when chopping sometimes." Anna hid her hands behind her butt. "If George is upstairs, as he is now, there's no harm." She backed over to the hallway table, pulled some gloves out of a drawer, and put them on behind her back. "You'll forgive me. We've shared less than decorous moments before." Anna knew all about Constance's tumble with her son on La Belle Île. George had told her several months ago during pillow talk.
"Yes, we have shared some moments. Haven't we?" Constance nodded politely. Of course, she knew the baby in Anna's belly was George's. But she'd never be so crass as to mention it to the woman. They were both blushing profusely.
"Did you come alone? I would have thought you'd be traveling with an entourage." Anna welcomed her into the kitchen. "Can I offer you some tea? I'll take those flowers off your hands. They're beautiful, thank you."
Constance did not hand over the flowers. The crimson on her freckled cheeks deepened. "Oh... these are for George." She looked around the kitchen. "You have a lovely home. Let's see, no thank you to tea. And I had to ditch my entourage for this trip. Nobody knows I'm here."
"Not even your mysterious movie star boyfriend?" Anna raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in her mind.
"Not even him. I'm dating Ranse Stallings. But please don't tell anyone." Constance glanced toward the stairs. She rubbed her thighs together. She was so close to a marvelous fling with her nineteen-year-old paramour. It was delightful to see Anna again, but the small talk was killing her.
"Oh, gosh. He's handsome." Anna put a gloved hand to her mouth. She could see Constance watching the stairs with hunger in her eyes. "Is George expecting you? Should I call him down?"
"I'm here as a surprise. Would you mind if I went up to his room on my own?" Constance could barely wait for Anna to say yes. When Anna nodded, Constance darted up the stairs like she was chasing down a lob just inside the baseline. Not very decorous indeed. She found his door closed and knocked.
"I'm working on math, Mom. I'll be down in twenty minutes." George had a screen open in front of him, working through differential equations. He didn't take his eyes off his work, even when he heard the handle turn and the door swing open. "I really have to concentrate on this."
"You can't put it down for an old friend." Constance shut the door behind her and smiled. She'd caught him at his desk, with his tie loose, and his sleeves rolled up. Seeing him so casual in his own space filled her belly with warmth. When his shocked smile turned toward her, her pussy quivered, and she forgot about presenting him with flowers. She dropped them to the floor.
"Mrs. Haversham?" George slowly stood.
"At one point during our stay in the hotel, we talked about my stopping by your house for a date. I'm not sure if you were serious." She removed her hat and hung it by his door. She pulled the pin out of her hair and shook it loose. "I wanted to give you that date as a surprise. I even brought flowers." She frowned at the bouquet on his carpet. "Which I apologize for littering your room with." She looked at him, and her face brightened. "We can't go out or anything. I would get recognized. The press would have a field day if I was spotted with one of the other survivors. But... here I am. For a date. Surprise!" She thrust her hip to the side and struck a pose.
"You look even more beautiful than I remembered." George quickly closed the gap between them, pulling her into his arms.
"You've gotten taller. I... mmmpppphhhhhhhhhh." Constance was now eye to eye with him, or lip to lip as they kissed, their tongues dancing. She placed her legs on either side of his thigh and rubbed against him, enjoying his strong hands on her ass. It had been difficult to plan this visit, but she could tell it was going to be well worth it.
Downstairs, Anna paused near the oven when the thumping began from upstairs. It started slow, but it picked up rapidly. She knew the cadence of her son's hips well, and it seemed that Constance had visited for another tumble. Anna chewed on her lip. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. On the one hand, her son was still a teenager. Maybe she should let him have his youthful pleasures. On the other hand, Constance was older and not eligible for courtship.
Anna paced the kitchen for a while, listening to the steady rhythm of mating, and Constance's muffled cries. She eventually decided to let them be. They were alive, home, and he had a right to enjoy himself. She went upstairs to change her panties and put in a pantie liner, but she didn't disturb them. Then she went back to fixing supper.
In George's room, Constance bounced eagerly on the teenager. They were both naked now, their fine clothes strewn about the room. "Courting any... ah... ah... ah... girls... at school?"
"No... I haven't... had the time." George smiled up at her. He grabbed one of her modest breasts and squeezed. Her bust was bigger than Lillian's, but smaller than his mother's swelling bosom. He massaged her flesh and decided he thoroughly enjoyed all three versions of femininity. "You know... with varsity tennis... schoolwork... and my mom."
"You and she... are still...?" Constance's hips sped up. What a delightful young man George had turned out to be. She would make an effort to visit more often.
"We're thick as... thieves." George rolled her nipple with his fingers.
"And the baby...?"
"It's mine." George watched the orgasm wash over her normally composed face. It was wonderful to have someone to share his maternal secrets with. Especially, since Constance seemed to thoroughly enjoy hearing about them.
Their date lasted several hours. Finally, exhausted, they lay in each other's arms on the floor.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" George ran his fingers along her back, feeling each neatly defined muscle.
"I think I'd better go." She kissed his cheek, disentangled herself, and stood. Slowly, she dressed. "Thank you for this. For making this possible."
"You saved my life, too." George shrugged. He tended to be modest when his actions at La Belle Île en Mer came up with his sister and mother. There was no need to brag. They all knew what had happened.
"Regardless. Thank you." Constance finished buttoning her bodice. "I'm living my life to the fullest. I know what happened to Roy could have easily happened to me. But I'm here." A dark cloud passed over her face and cleared. She smiled at him. "You should come to a match. Would you like that? I could get tickets for you and your mother."
"That would be splendid." George stood and pulled on his underwear. "But even more than that, I'd like to see you again... for another date. You and I... fit well together. Don't you think?"
"I concur, Mr. Zaal." She nodded an affirmative and gave him a mock serious face. "I'll give you a wave when I'm in the neighborhood again, and we can have another date." She smoothed out her skirts and stepped over the zinnias. She was already leaking his seed into her panties. She prayed that her underwear would dam the reservoir until she could properly drain herself. "Sorry I dropped your flowers." She found her hairpin and hastily wound up her red hair.
"It's the thought that counts." George crossed the room, drawn by her beauty. He took her into his arms again and pressed his lips to hers. They kissed for several minutes before breaking apart.
"Well, now. You do make a strong pitch for more dates at the Zaal house." Constance retrieved her hat, gave him a friendly pat on the rump, and opened his door. "Until next time, George."
"Goodbye, Constance." George watched her descend the stairs. He then went back to his room and started back on his math homework.
